If you are not a disciple of Taiyi Taoism, you have not given the inheritance of Taiyi Taoism, no matter how great you have the ability, you can't learn to save people, and you can't sing the humane sound. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The so-called mystery of cultivation, where can ordinary people speculate, in his previous life, Yu Qing also read a lot of online novels, almost all novels involving cultivation are written that the protagonist is abducted and deceived to get the supreme magic method, and after practice, the power is endless, how to how, now that I think about it, isn't it ridiculous.

The law should not be passed on lightly.

The Dharma between the vast heaven and earth is like a dragon that sees the head and the tail, the eyes of mortals are narrow, and the leopard in the tube does not know the mystery, if it is a cultivator who has stepped into the wonderful gate and ascended to the fairyland, the law is thousands, the rules are endless, but the Tao is a master thing, those Daozun Great Sage Immortal Buddhas imprinted their will in the law, controlling all kinds of changes, and thus having almost infinite power, just like a vine clinging to a towering tree, the tree does not die, and the vine does not fall.

If these thieves are allowed to control the authority of heaven and earth, then this heaven and earth, this universe still has room for development, just like a pool of stagnant water, without the inflow of clear springs, it will slowly decay and sink.

People should be detached, heaven and earth should also be detached, practitioners seek eternity, and heaven and earth also seek eternity. It's as simple as that, but it gets to the point.

The road is simple, when I don't know, I feel unfathomable, and it is difficult to find a law, and when I wake up, I will find that it is so worthless, and every move, word and deed is the Tao.

That's why Yu Qing was so shocked, if the old man in front of him was his fellow Daoist, he would definitely be able to feel it, just like his uncle Chen Taixuan, when he saw the gentle young man for the first time, he knew that this was his fellow disciple, his own Daoist, because he could feel the kind of connection that was more intimate than blood connection, that was divine will, and it was the supreme will of Taiyi Daozun.

He didn't feel that kind of divine sense in the old man's body, so he must not be his fellow disciple.

The old man on the ground seemed to hear what he was thinking, and smiled, and the layers of wrinkles were involved, looking terrifying and sacred.

Yu Qing sighed secretly in his heart, I have to say that the old man in front of him has a profound cultivation, although he is already entangled in decay and is about to rot, that kind of law can still affect his state of mind silently.

I don't know how powerful he was when he was in his heyday, and he probably wouldn't be inferior to the Qilin Hou and the Seven Killing Sword Sect's Sword Wudao.

"You're here. ”

The old man's tone was calm and serene, his eyes were not alarmed, and the black pupils and the white whites of his eyes were distinct, like a clear spring on a snow-capped mountain.

"You may be seated. ”

Yu Qing didn't understand what he meant, he didn't speak, and the old man didn't care, so he asked Yu Qing to sit down, his hand didn't move, maybe his weak hand couldn't be raised.

"Are you wondering where my humane voice here came from?"

Yu Qing nodded, if you don't know anything, don't try to speculate, this is something that every cultivator who has just embarked on the path of cultivation must remember, because maybe one mistake of yours will make you sink for a hundred lifetimes.

Practitioners must learn to revere the destiny of heaven, and revere their ancestors.

"Twenty years ago, a Taoist came to Yuntai City, who looked like you, with a bamboo cane in his hand and a jade sword in his bun. ”

Yu Qing's heart was shocked.

The old man smiled, it seems that these stories have been precipitated in his heart for a long time, for the old man, there are always many, many old stories in their hearts, maybe some have been yellowed and blurred, but more, still exude a fresh breath, just like a jar of old wine and an ancient book, the older it is, the more mellow and profound.

In his previous life, Yu Qing's grandparents died early, and Yu Qing did not have the opportunity to listen to their stories

The Taoist stood at the gate of the city for a long time, then walked around the city, stopped when he came to the southeast corner, and stood on the bamboo cane in the open space, and the roots of the bamboo cane spread, giving birth to a bamboo forest, and on the second day, a small bamboo house rose from the ground.

The Taoist lived here, opened a medical hall, treated and saved people when he was busy, and cultivated the Tao in his spare time, which was convenient for many people, and after a long time, even some people in the villages outside the city also heard his reputation, if there was a disaster, he traveled tirelessly to seek medical advice.

After three years, the wind and waves are calm, and no one cares too much, after all, although Yuntai City is not a prosperous place, but in this radius of thousands of miles, it can also be called a first-class big city, and every soon there will be Taoist priests and demons who admire prosperity to come here to live, which is not only to experience ordinary life, but also to experience the Taoist heart. ”

Yu Qing nodded in agreement, cultivators stand above the mundane, but they can't get rid of the shackles of the mundane, if they want to complete the Dao heart or even go further in cultivation, most of them have to go through the earthly world, live like mortals, and experience the meaning of birth, old age, sickness, death, joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness.

If a practitioner wants to be born, he must first enter the world, but the world is complicated, and not every practitioner can resist the temptation of mundane life.

Cultivation is like polishing a mirror, there is always some dust falling on it, what the practitioner has to do is to wipe it every day, so that the dust does not imprint on the mirror, just like a breeze blowing through the water, causing a ripple, and finally returning to silence.

It seemed that he felt that Yu Qing was very good, better than he had imagined, the old man secretly exhaled, and said: "Because of this, my Yuntai Hall didn't pay too much attention to that Taoist at first, and after a few months, there was a sudden epidemic in the city, whether it was Yuntai Hall or Qilin Mansion, there was no medicine and no cure, only that Taoist could relieve the symptoms slightly." ”

There was some bitterness in the old man's eyes, as well as deep regret and self-blame, so much time had passed, but he still couldn't let go, even if the power of the years was so strong, even if he sat in this small stone hall for more than ten years, he couldn't erase the scars in his heart.

"During that time, the ancestral gods fell into a deep sleep, the country was in turmoil, and the other four cities didn't have the energy to be distracted to take care of the affairs of our Yuntai City.

Originally, this was a good thing, but it changed its flavor later.

I don't know when it began, a saying gradually spread outside the city that the epidemic was caused by the nameless Taoist, and the purpose was to refine the Death Soul Banner, and only by burning him could this plague be stopped. ”

The old man's eyes returned to the appearance of the ancient well without waves, but the bright divine light seemed to be weaker, and he seemed to see the doubts in Yu Qing's eyes, the old man explained.

"The Dead Soul Banner is a magic weapon, a collection of countless human disasters, misfortune, resentment, and pain, the banner is unfurled, the plague is thousands of miles, millions of corpses are ambushed, and the blood is drifting; the banner is exhibited twice, the doom eats the soul, this misfortune is extraordinary, but the doom of the nine shadows, the bad luck is haunted, and the bones and souls are eaten; the banner is exhibited three times, the resentment arises in the four fields, the dead are resurrected, and the underworld reappears; the banner is re-unfurled, the boundless pain, the demon domain of the world. ”

Yu Qing shuddered, and the old man's voice seemed to have a demonic nature, and the boundless resentment, the bloody aura of the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood seemed to rush to his face, making his hands and feet freeze.

The old man's body was filled with a thick sense of death, and the decaying and decaying Dharma was circulating, like a dead person returning from hell.

"Buzz!"

The candle flame on a quaint candlestick beside the old man rose violently, the blue light in the hall was bright, and the low Dao sound was also loud, and with a buzz, the dead air and decaying magic on the old man's body suddenly turned into several fine black smokes, and disappeared into the void.

The old man's eyes were clear again, but the cloudiness was a little deeper.

"Let Daoyou see and laugh, my crippled body can't support that day. ”

The old man squeezed out a smile and continued.

"I didn't know what hysteria I was guilty of at the time, so I contacted Qilin Hou Yuntianya and took the people of the city to the small bamboo forest in the southeast corner, and wanted to burn that Taoist to death!"

Yu Qing was shocked, with the old man's temperament, he would definitely not trouble a monk because of a rumor that had no beginning or end, not to mention that this monk was still a disciple of Taiyi Dao Sect, so there must be something greasy in this, but the old man was a real monk who hugged the gods and returned the pill, refining the five elements in his body, and his soul became a golden pill, if there was any magic power that could confuse him.

Yu Qing's heart trembled, could it be that there was still a god and spirit true monarch involved in this matter?

It's just that the master is just an ordinary disciple of Taiyi Dao Sect, and since he traveled out of the mountain, he has never heard of provoking any enemies.

Yes, Yu Qing can already be sure that the nameless Taoist is his master Li Shujing, although he has not heard him say this experience, but that bamboo cane is the small bamboo forest behind the small courtyard in Jingshan, this bamboo cane was originally transformed by a group of green bamboo essence in the green bamboo sea of Taiyi Taoist Sect, after the master fell, the essence escaped, and turned into a green bamboo forest, he thought that the master might be lonely alone, and an old friend accompanied him to talk, so he let it stand there.

There is also that jade sword, which is the Han Rong Sword, which is still recuperating in his spiritual platform at the moment.